Chapter Eight: Lessons in Dating, Part 3
For our third date, I took Katherine to the park. My parents had gone out for the day and Girl had been ordered to her room. Katherine came over to my house and knocked on the door. I opened the door and smiled at her. I pulled her into my arms giving her a hug and a light kiss. I stepped back and took a long look at her. She looked magnificent in shorts and a tank top.
"I am just about finished packing our lunch," I told her. "Would you like to help me finish?"
"Sure!" she said, and followed me into the kitchen.
"Cool!" she exclaimed when she saw the picnic basket. I had made some sandwiches and my mom had bought some salads. We finished packing them away and I went to grab a ball and a Frisbee. I gave Katherine the toys and I carried the picnic basket. Unfortunately, the basket was large enough that I could not hold it as well as Katherine's hand. However we chatted the entire way to the park.
When we got to the park, we walked to a reasonably secluded spot next to a small lake. I put down the picnic basket and asked Katherine if she wanted to toss the ball around a bit.
"I'd rather just lie here for a while and enjoy the day," she said.
I agreed, and laid down on the grass. Katherine put her head on my stomach and lay perpendicular to me. I ran my fingers through her brown hair as we continued to talk. Despite her being older, we had a lot to talk about, from music to movies to the way we felt about school. It was quite pleasant to lie there and just enjoy each other's company.
After a bit, however, Katherine turned over and rested her chin on her hands, which she intertwined on my stomach. I looked at her gazing up at my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. I crooked my finger at her and she moved up to lie next to me. I pulled her head gently to mine and kissed her. Slowly, we started kissing more passionately, and soon we were going at it hot and heavy.
When I put my hand under the back of her tee shirt, she quickly got up and looked around. "We're in public," she said. "Let's eat!"
She moved to the picnic basket and started removing the food. I growled in frustration, but she was right. On the other hand, knowing what was coming up, what the hell were we doing in the park? But I took a deep breath and relaxed. 'Take it easy,' I told myself. 'Good things come to those who wait!'
We ate the food and talked some more, then we tossed the Frisbee around. I loved watching Katherine scampering after the disc in her little outfit. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I told Katherine, "Listen, my parents are gone for the afternoon. Want to come over and listen to some music?"
"Sure," she said shyly, so we packed up the basket and toys and walked slowly home.
Once we got to my house, I put away the picnic stuff and took Katherine to the family room, where I put on a CD and pulled her to the couch. We talked a bit more, but mostly we just looked at each other. Finally, I leaned into her and started kissing her. I kept it up, intensifying the kiss just as I did in the park. Then I pulled back, and with a grin I said, "We're not in public anymore," and I slipped my hand under the back of her tank top, pulling her back into my arms for another kiss. She moaned into my mouth and sucked my tongue into her mouth. I ran my hand up and down her back, running it over her bra strap and down to her shorts. I slipped my other hand down to her ass, and she squirmed a bit, trying to pull it away. I persisted, and she pulled away breathlessly.
"I've got to go, Jake," she said. She gave me a peck on the lips and said, "I had a great time." Then she ran out of the den.
I sat back, unsure of exactly what had happened. I didn't hear her leave the house, so I was about to go find her, when she came back in. She sat down next to me and said, "I had a great time in the park. Thanks for taking me!" Then she leaned in and kissed me softly.
I sat back for a moment, looking at her twinkling eyes, and then I realized what was going on. My dad had explained that she would go as far as she'd let me, then she'd start again, giving me another chance. As I pulled her into a kiss, I thought about what I had done wrong the last time. Should I have backed off?
I broke character for a moment and asked Katherine, "Did I push too hard last time? Should I have gone more slowly?"
She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I don't know the answer to that. I know that you were going too fast for that moment, but that doesn't always mean that you should slow down. If you go too fast, then sometimes it will cause a girl to stop you. However, if you are generally respectful, then it doesn't always mean a permanent stop. Sometimes, pushing a little is necessary to go to the next level. On the hand, you might really be going too fast, and if you continue to push, it will make the girl more uncomfortable. I guess the best advice is push a little, don't always take a no as a permanent no, but be respectful and try to read what the girl's body and mouth are saying. I'm not saying that no doesn't mean no; if a girl says stop, you should stop. But sometimes a girl wants to be pushed a little further than she may be comfortable with. Do you understand what I am saying?"
I thought about it, then said, "I think I do."
She smiled at me, then came back for another kiss. This time, she didn't object when I cupped her ass in my hand. When my hand started slipping around to her stomach, however, she blocked it with an elbow and squeezed herself tightly into my chest. I fell backwards, pulling her on top of me. She gasped a little when she felt my hard on pressing into her thigh, but after another five minutes of kissing, she maneuvered so that my cock was pressing into the fabric over her pussy.
I had one hand under her shirt, caressing her back, and I took the other hand and ran it through her hair. While Girl might not be a representative sample, she had taught me many things that women liked, and when I grabbed Katherine's hair in my hand and started pulling gently while I massaged her neck with my fingertips, Katherine moaned and buried her face in my neck. When I pulled her body slightly to the side, allowing my hand to start rubbing down the side of her body, she hissed, but made no move to stop me. When I finally managed to cup one of her amazingly sexy tits into my hand, she rolled back, trapping my hand under her. She gave me a blazingly hot kiss, then jumped up again, saying that she had to go. I got up, kissed her lightly on the lips, and wished her good night. She walked out of the room, and I sat down, after I adjusted myself in my pants.
When she came back, she sat next to me and said, "Thanks for taking me to the park." She then continued shyly, "I'm sorry I freaked out last time. I was feeling so good; I was worried that I wouldn't be able to stop you, that I wouldn't want to stop you!"
"Well, I didn't want to stop either," I told her. "But if you're not comfortable, we can stop at any time."
She smiled at me and said, "Thanks!" Then she took my hand and put it on her breast as she pushed into me and gave me a big kiss. I ran my hands over her small, tight breast, then moved it to its mate. I continued to kiss her as I fondled her over her shirt while I moved my other hand to her lower back. I ran my hand along the waistband of her shorts, dipping my fingertips slightly under the band, then I moved my hand down to her silky leg.
I continued kissing her for a bit, then I decided to try something new. I pushed her back onto the couch and I crouched at her feet. She looked at me questioningly, as I ran my fingers around her ankles and feet. I bent over and kissed her ankle, then the tip of her big toe. She giggled as I ran my fingers along the bottom of her foot, then groaned as my tongue started tracing a path up her legs. As I licked, I occasionally paused to nip at her beautiful flesh. I jumped from leg to leg as I made my way slowly up, crossing her knees and moving to her thighs, all the time running my fingers gently around the exposed skin.
She was definitely breathing harder when I reached the material of her shorts, and I absolutely recognized the smell of a very turned on young lady. I pushed up the fabric around her thighs a bit before moving up, biting her gently through her shorts, but avoiding the warm spot that was calling me. I pushed her waistband down slightly and ran my tongue from one hip to the other, then I worked my way up her stomach, pushing her shirt up in advance of my tongue.
As I reached her breasts, her hands held her shirt in place, but rather than pressing the issue that way, I moved my mouth to her neck, nipping and licking and trying to find all of her sensitive spots. As I did that, she moved her hands out of the way, and before she could object, I slipped my hand under her tee and over her bra. She gasped, but made no move to remove my hand as I gently probed her lovely little mounds. I could feel her hard nipple pressing through the bra into the palm of my hand, and I couldn't help running my fingers under the cup and capturing that perfect nub between two fingers.
Katherine groaned and grabbed my head, guiding my lips to hers. I maneuvered my hand to her other breast, this time pushing the bra completely out of the way. She groaned again, and said, "You are making me feel so good! Too good! We have to stop, or I won't be able to control myself!"
"Do you have to control yourself?" I asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed.
She sat up and fixed her bra, then she climbed onto my lap and kissed me some more, while I gently held her sexy ass in my hands. Then she bade me good night and left the room.
She came back a few minutes later with two drinks in her hands. "I thought you might be thirsty," she said.
"You read my mind!" I responded gratefully. I quickly downed the drink, and when she was finished with hers, I pulled her onto my lap. I kissed her, and immediately tried getting my hand under her shirt, but she stopped me and said, "Hey! Don't just paw at me!"
Damn it! I had almost forgotten that we were starting the next date, and now I had to work her all the way up again. The abortive fondling attempt caused her to allow me back only slowly, but with much work, which, incidentally, I found quite enjoyable, I eventually had her lovely breast in my hand again. My other hand started by rubbing her ass on the outside of her shorts, but she soon allowed it under her shorts and panties, and it was cupping an exquisite bare ass cheek.
After a bit, I pulled my hand out of her pants and swung her around so that I was kneeling between her legs. I moved my mouth to her earlobe and started running my fingers up and down the side of her stomach, pushing her shirt up as I did. She didn't object as I pushed the shirt up to expose her perky breasts. She looked embarrassed as I sat back to enjoy the sight, but she gasped as I stuck my tongue out and lowered my head towards them.
I ran my tongue all the way around her breasts, gently biting her hard, pink nipples which protruded from the center like a bull's eye. After squeezing and licking to my heart's content, I pulled back and looked her in the eye. :"Did that make you feel good?" I asked.
"God, yes!" she exclaimed.
"Let me make you feel better!" I demanded.
"How?" she asked.
I ran my hands down to her hips and slipped my fingers under her waistband, slowly starting to pull them down. She grabbed at her shorts and held them up, telling me, "I'm not ready to go all the way."
"We won't," I assured her. "But I can make you feel better than you've ever imagined."
She hesitated, but then let go of her shorts. I slowly pulled off her shorts, taking her panties with them. As they came down, they exposed a trimmed little bush, pointing directly to the spot that I was most interested in. I finished pulling her shorts and panties off her legs, then I pushed her knees open. She resisted slightly, but she let me have my way with her. I ran my fingers up her thighs and around her pussy, brushing them through her hair, but intentionally avoiding anything too interesting.
I continued this until she gasped, "You're just teasing me!"
I smiled at her, and moved my finger up and down her swollen crease. "Yessss!" she hissed. Then I dipped my head down and did what I really enjoyed. She tasted marvelous, fresh and juicy, but I had just gotten started when she grabbed my hair and shoved my head all the way against her as she screamed and came.
I took a final swipe at her sensitive parts with my tongue before I crawled up her body and held her trembling frame in my arms. "Did I succeed?" I asked.
"In what?" she replied.
"In making you feel better than you've ever imagined?" I asked.
She laughed weakly and said, "I think I've imagined that before. You are just going to try harder next time!"
I smiled at her and began moving back down when she yelled, "Not now! Are you trying to kill me?"
I laughed and kissed her. "Then you are going to have to promise me that I will be given another chance."
"It's a deal!" she said. "Now, however, will you show me that thing in your pants that keeps banging into me?"
I rolled next to her and undid my pants. She watched carefully as I pushed my pants down, exposing a large lump in my briefs. She ran her fingernails gently along the bulge, causing it to pulse and me to gasp.
"I want to see it," she whispered.
I lifted my ass and pushed my briefs down my legs, causing my dick to spring into sight. "Oooo," she said as she wrapped her hand around it.
"Careful!" I said after taking a deep breath. "That's a dangerous weapon you're handling, and it's loaded and ready to shoot!" The foreplay that had lasted for hours had me right at the edge.
She giggled again and started rubbing me hard. I groaned as my cock started spurting cum high into the air. She kept stroking until I was forced to stop her as the feelings became too intense.
"That was cool," she said.
"I'm glad that you liked it," I told her. "I certainly did!"
She grabbed a box of tissues from nearby and attempted to clean me up. When she was done, she climbed onto my lap, her naked pussy pressed against my limp cock. We kissed some more, until she felt my cock start to rise against her, then she jumped off and pulled her clothes back on.
When we were all cleaned up, she kissed me good bye and went on her way.
Katherine was gone for a few minutes, which gave me a chance to recover myself. I started going over our last mini-date in my head when she returned.
"Hi, Jake!" she said, giving me a little kiss.
She pulled back and gave me a funny little smile. "Tastes like you were eating something good recently!"
I blushed a bit as I realized that she could still taste herself on my face. "I'll have to remember to brush after every meal," I told her.
"Speaking of meals, I'm starting to get hungry again," she said. "Want to grab a snack?"
"Sure," I told her, and we went to the kitchen to scrounge.
I popped some leftover pasta in the microwave while Katherine cut up some vegetables. We joked around a bit as we ate, then when we were done cleaning up, Katherine got a shy look on her face and said, "Can we go listen to some more music."
I nodded as I gave her a wicked grin, knowing exactly the kind of music that she was interested in. I grabbed her hand and we laughed as we scampered into the family room. We jumped to the couch and I pulled her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to me.
"Now, I will suck your blooood!" I crowed, then I nipped at her neck.
She moaned, and I pulled my mouth off of her neck and added, "Amongst other things!" I pulled her mouth to mine as I slipped a hand under her shirt, surprised to find nothing under it but her sexy breasts.
"Why, you saucy little thing!" I exclaimed.
She turned her head away from me, blushing, and I pulled her head back to me, kissing her hard. "That is _so_ sexy!"
"Really?" she asked breathily. "It's not slutty?
I pulled back and looked at her, and I realized that she was imparting a new lesson on me. She had taken a risk, but was concerned about looking too trampy, and she needed reassurance.
"Not in the way that you mean," I told her. "I don't think that you took off your bra because you are trashy. I think you did it because you like me and you want me to be turned on. And that is such a turn on! It's a real ego boost, especially considering it gives me such excellent access to these amazing tits!"
With that, I pulled her shirt up and fastened my mouth around one of her nipples. Katherine groaned and arched her back, shoving more of her tit into my mouth. From there, things progressed nicely, until we were both naked with our hands on each other's genitals.
Katherine was straddling my thighs, her nipples just touching my chest, while I had one hand around her back and one hand between her legs, gently stroking her slit. My tongue was in her mouth while she stroked my hard cock, rubbing the tip along her stomach and around her fuzzy pubic hair. Then she pulled back and sat up, staring intently into my eyes.
"I want you in me!" she said.
I looked at her wildly, ready to shove my cock right into her, then I took a breath and realized what she was asking. "Are you sure that you are ready?" I asked, giving her a chance to back out.
"Yes, I'm ready!" she said. "Do you have a condom?"
I thought for a moment, then groaned. I might have had nice experiences with Girl, but birth control was not something I had ever thought about.
"I don't have any condoms!" I moaned.
"You don't?" Katherine exclaimed in surprise. She looked very disappointed, then said, "Maybe we could do it for just a bit, without, and then you could pull out?"
I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. But I realized what the right answer was. I pulled her down for a violent kiss, then I told her, "Katherine, I would love nothing more then to bury myself in you, but I don't think we should take the chance. I can eat you again, and I promise that next time I'll be better prepared. But for now, I think we should wait."
"But I really want to now!" she complained. "Just for a minute!"
I rolled her onto her back and pinned her with my body. I gave her a searing kiss and I said, "You have no idea how good that makes me feel, and how tempted I am!" I quickly moved down her body buried my tongue in her.
"Yesssss!" she screamed. I licked her through her first orgasm, then I moved my fingers into play.
"Wait, wait!" she cried. "Turn around! Let me have you in my mouth at the same time!"
When I thought about it later, I realized that she had dropped a bit out of character. After all, she hadn't sucked my cock yet, but as soon as it got near her face she sucked it practically to the base. I realized that she wasn't acting the way that she was feeling, which again boosted my ego. She never complained as I got more and more worked up and was practically fucking her throat. Nevertheless, all too quickly I was pumping my cum down her throat.
I collapsed to her side, breathing heavily. After a minute, she reversed herself and snuggled into my chest. We were silent for a few minutes, then she said, "Thanks for keeping your head. I was so turned on, I would have let you fuck me."
"And I was so turned on, I probably wouldn't have been able to pull out in time, so it was a good thing I stopped myself."
"Most guys wouldn't even have tried," she said.
"I'm sure that they would have tried," I said. "Getting you pregnant would not have been a good thing for either of us."
"I know, but I certainly was willing to take the chance," she said quietly.
"I was on the verge myself," I agreed.
We sat quietly for a bit longer, then she looked at me and kissed me. "Next time, you'd better be prepared!" Then she got up and pulled her clothes on.
"I'll see you next time," then she kissed me and left me lying there, naked and spent.
I was just contemplating getting up and dressed when something flew through the door and landed on my stomach. I picked it up to see what it was, and I realized that it was a box of condoms. My date was not over yet!
About ten minutes later, shortly after I was fully dressed, Katherine bopped into the room, looking fresh and sexy, with no signs of our previous exertions visible. I'm sure that I, on the other hand, looked rode hard and put away wet.
Katherine skipped over to me, hopped on my lap and gave me a toe curling kiss. "Having a good day?" she asked.
"Pretty good," I said non-committally.
She looked at me, and when she saw my grin she slugged my arm.
"Pretty good, my ass!" she exclaimed.
I grabbed the body part in question and said, "And a pretty good ass it is!"
"Oh, you!" she said, then kissed me again.
"Can I take you out to dinner?" I asked
"Sure!" she exclaimed.
"OK, give me ten minutes to get ready." Given the way that she was dressed, I knew that we couldn't go anywhere too fancy, but I figured that pizza would be fine. I went upstairs and washed my face, changed my shirt, called for a cab and hid the box of condoms under my pillow.
The cab arrived a few minutes later and I escorted Katherine out. It was a short trip to the pizza parlor, and then we walked in, holding hands. I ordered a pie for the two of us, figuring that I needed a lot to build up my strength. We sat there eating and talking, though not discussing our earlier activities. I was once again surprised that we seemed to have quite a bit in common, but Katherine seemed genuinely interested in my opinions.
When we were done eating, I suggested that we walk back to my house. It was a couple of miles, but I had stuffed myself, and I still wanted to give myself a chance to both recharge and to continue our conversation. About a half hour later we arrived home.
As soon as we got inside, I swung Katherine around and pinned her to the wall, kissing her hard.
"Oooh, you are fresh!" she exclaimed, but there was no heat behind her words. Rather than let her continue complaining, I occupied her mouth with another kiss, and then another. For about ten minutes I did nothing but make out with her, though I did trap her body against the wall. Then, I slipped my hand between our bodies and unsnapped her shorts. She tried to move her hands down to stop me, but she didn't protest seriously enough to prevent her zipper from going down.
I pulled her slightly away from the wall and slipped my hand under the back of her shorts and panties to cup her sexy ass. I used my wrist to inch down her shorts, and then my other hand worked them off her hips. Soon, her shorts and panties were puddled at her ankles, then I pressed her back against the wall, my clothed body pushing against her bottomless one.
I slipped my hand under the back of her tee shirt and fumbled with the clasp of her bra.
"What are you doing," she said after breaking away from my kiss.
"I'm stripping my beautiful girl," I told her.
"But then I'll be naked!" she complained.
"Look," I told her. "You are beautiful. There is nothing that I want to see more in the world than your naked body. You drive me crazy, and I want to see all of you. I need to see all of you. Now help me get this off!"
She looked at me with a nervous expression, then reached behind her and opened her bra and pulled it and her top over her head. She dropped her clothes to the floor, and I stood back to admire her. I wasn't kidding. Her body was great, and I wanted to admire it. After about a minute of just looking at her, she brought her arms up to cover her pussy and breasts.
"You're making me self-conscious!" she whined.
"You shouldn't be," I told her. "You are beautiful, and anyone who saw you would agree."
I held out my hand and she took it, leaving her other hand covering her breasts. I led her upstairs to my bedroom. When we got there, I laid her down in the center of my bed, then covered her with a thin top-sheet. When she seemed confused, I said, "I want to unwrap you like a present!"
She blushed slightly, and I smiled at her as I stripped off my clothes. I wasn't trying for a sexy striptease, I just wanted to get them off without looking like a fool. Soon I was naked, my dick sticking straight out from my body in anticipation of what was going to happen.
I straddled Katherine's hips and bent down to kiss her. I kissed her lips, and her cheeks, and her ears and her neck. Then I slowly pulled down the sheet, enjoying her breasts slow exposure. When her nipples peeked out, I swiped my tongue over them, sucking her hard nubs into my mouth. I continued kissing my way down her body as the sheet exposed more and more of her. I nibbled on her hips and rubbed my nose in her pubic hair.
I tongued down the tops of her legs until her whole body was uncovered. Then I spread her legs and worked my way up the insides of her calves and thighs. Finally, I buried my tongue into her sopping pussy. I licked her almost to orgasm, then backed off.
"Please, make me cum!" she cried.
"I will," I promised. "But it will be on my cock."
"Oh, yes! Put it in me now!"
I reached under the pillow and pulled out a condom. I was a little embarrassed when I explained that I had never put one on. She smiled encouragingly and helped me slip one on. Then I positioned myself between her legs and pushed in.
"Slowly," she grunted. She was surprisingly tight, and I remembered that she was supposed to be virginal.
I eased my way in with tiny strokes, until I was fully in her.
"Just wait there for a minute," she said. I complied, kissing her neck and ears, occasionally dipping down to take her nipple into my mouth.
Finally she started moving her hips, and soon I was thrusting hard. She moaned quietly and hissed, "Yesssssss!" as she came. I was close myself, and though the sensation with a condom on was definitely different, in another minute I was filling the condom with my spunk.
After catching my breath, I started to roll off of Katherine. She stopped me and held the condom on to my cock. "When you start shrinking, it can fall off, so always hold it on when you pull out," she explained.
I did as she asked, and lay down next to her. I looked down at my cock. It was shrinking, and the condom was shiny, with the tip filled. OK, maybe not filled; I had cum a number of times today, but there was some fluid in the reservoir. Katherine got a tissue and pulled the condom off of me, placing the condom in the tissue. Then she bent down and sucked my sensitive cock into her mouth. When she released it, it was shiny and clean.
"A lot of girls won't like the taste of latex, but I don't mind," she said, as she rested her head on my thighs.
We lay there for a few minutes, regaining our strength, as I ran my fingers through her hair and she gently petted my thigh. "Am I going to have to wait until I talk to my father, or will you critique my performance now?"
She looked at me in surprise. "Do you really want me to pick apart your performance?" she asked.
"Well, that's not the way that I would have phrased it, but go ahead," I told her.
She lay there, apparently deep in thought. Then she said, "OK, but don't get angry at the messenger."
She was silent a bit longer, clearly gathering her thoughts, before she began speaking. "First, you have to understand that all people move at different speeds. Assuming that our breaks indicated different dates, there is still no guarantee that a girl you date would move at that speed. Most will take far longer to feel comfortable with you. Others would have spread for you in the park. It's very individual, and you have to react to the signals that you are getting.
"That said, let's talk about how you reacted to me. The picnic was very nice. Most girls will feel very uncomfortable being felt up in public, though again, not all, so keep that in mind, despite how horny you get!
"The first time that I left, I did so because I felt that you were going too fast. Running away is a classic escape mechanism, and in most cases you want to try to make the girl feel that it is OK that she ran away. The girl is probably just as horny as you, but feels like she can't show it. Make sure that she understands that you still respect her, that you still want to be with her. Letting her go, and then making her feel that it was OK will make her more willing to stay with you longer the next time, knowing that if she feels she has to leave, you won't pressure her to stay.
"If I had really gone home after the second time I left, I would have masturbated the second that I got home. You really had me worked up, and it was hard not to attack you. As a virginal teenager, I would have been going insane. I left definitely wanting more, which is how you should always strive to leave a partner. The way that you reassured me when I came back was great!
"Every time, you pushed me just a bit further, and then let me go when I felt that we needed to stop. That was good. You might want to consider what you would do if you were stalled at one spot for a long time?"
"What should I do in that case?" I asked.
"I can't answer that," she told me. "You might be up against someone who simply doesn't want to move on, in which case you have to decide if that is enough for you, or you will find someone else. You might just need to work harder to make her comfortable. In each case, you will have to decide what is appropriate based on how much effort and frustration you think the girl is worth. Some will be worth a lot, some not worth much at all."
I considered that, and told her that I understood. She continued.
"When I came back the next time, you just grabbed at me. I understand that you were quite worked up, and it really wasn't a new date. However, keep in mind that girls often need to work up to things. You can take a slave and have her drop and blow you, but a girlfriend or date needs to work up to it each time. That's not to say that each time will require the same effort to get to the same point, but you can't just shove your hand up her shirt, either.
"That said, I must admit that you were very good at seducing me, each and every time. You didn't just grab my boob and go to town; you changed up what you were doing, you got me worked up, you convinced me that I wanted it as much as you did. Let me tell you, I've had college guys and even older that didn't do half as good a job at making me want them!"
My head swelled, and my cock attempted to as well. She felt it on the back of her head and she turned her head around and swiped it with her tongue. It got a bit bigger, but I still wasn't going to be ready any time soon.
"When I took off my bra, I was really taking a chance. Girls want to be provocative, but they don't want to be viewed as a slut. The way that you responded was perfect. Not having condoms, however, was not!"
"I know," I told her. "I just never needed them before!"
"Well, you can't assume that a partner will be protected. When you realized your error, you did the right thing; no glove, no love. You do *not* want to be saddled with a baby and a wife at this point in your life! And I'll tell you right now, if a girl is worked up, she'll rationalize just as much as a boy. I just had my period, I'm safe. We can take a chance just this once. You can pull out.
"Even if you pull out, you still could have gotten sperm in a girl. It only takes one time. And do you know what you call a girl that uses the rhythm method?"
"What?"
"Mommy! Always make sure that she either takes the pill regularly, or use a condom! And if you want to have sex at a moments notice, make sure you always have a spare condom, got it?"
"Yes, Ma'am!" I replied.
"Good!" she exclaimed. "Now, how did you like taking my virginity?"
"I didn't notice much blood," I replied.
"Very funny," she said. "First of all, there is not always blood the first time. Second, though I tried to be realistic, it may be quite different to do a virgin. Just remember, go slowly and pay attention to how she is feeling. You can't avoid all pain, but if it is a miserable experience, she won't come back for more. Got it?"
"I got it," I told her.
"Good!" She moved up my body and kissed my lips." You passed with flying colors!"
"Thanks, teacher. How can I repay you?" I asked.
"Oh, I'll come up with a way," she said as she started dressing. She finished up and I slipped on some shorts and walked her to the door. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.
"Have fun in the real world," she told me, and she left.
Later that evening, after my parents came home, my father called me in to talk to me again. "I understand that you've already had your debriefing."
I snickered at the double entendre, and he smiled as well.
"Did you listen and understand what Katherine told you?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"Good, just remember that this was just practice. The real thing will be different, and the girl's emotions will be more fragile."
"I understand," I told him.
"Good, then go to sleep. It sounds like you've had a tiring day," he replied. And I complied.